A Soft, Soft Night
"They're called blinker-bugs." Ross turned his head a bit. Raising his brow. "Or ... so I'm told," Aria said quietly, padding to him. Silently. On the grass. And taking a seat next to him (on the fallen tree trunk ... out here in this...
Heartbeat
He drove a bit too fast (on the way to the tractor supply and garden store). Just like he would THINK too fast. Just like he would MOVE too fast. And just like, right now, he was SPEAKING too fast. In hyper, motioning tones. "Well,...
Day Sail
July. The very beginning of July (before independence-hued fireworks). And they were in a modest, little boat. Bobbing. At a float. "So, it's ... I know it's not the North Atlantic sand or anything, but ... " A slow (sighing) glance...
Inside, Outside, Clear
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is part two in a series. Part One was "Driver Introductions" ... It was the next day. It was Sunday. Race day. And Field, with ear-phones on ... his head went from left to right. Following his mate's car...
Our Amber Art
PART FIVE OF FIVE "Didn't go well, I take it?" The skunk looked up. "Mm?" "The meetings yesterday. The ones last night." Aria, taking a seat next to Audrey at the kitchen table, nodded at the skunk's uneaten breakfast: some fruit...
Let's Go Twitching
PART FOUR OF FIVE "Didn't fancy you as a twitcher," the skunk called. Peregrine looked up. Sitting in the sun on a small hill overlooking part of the creek. Within easy walking distance of where the woods started. Near the barbed wire...
Caught in the Rain
PART TWO OF FIVE Later in the same day. A few hours later. And the wind began to pick up. Field's twitching, sniffing nose pressed to the glass of the window (the living room window). Watching the clouds roll in. Watching the grey....
Big Springs
And her tail was like a squirrel's tail. in that it was bushy and luxurious and held in a poised arch. but it was all black and white, and looked to be softer than anything. "peregrine," she whispered. "like the falcon, hmm? bird-of-prey?"
Write it Down
"You chasing the light?" "Mm?" He didn't look up. Sitting at the desk. Loose-leaf notebook papers strewn before him, marked with blue and purple ink. Marked with manic, mousey manifestations. "You're staring at that ... " She haphazardly...
Windswept
The world was weary and windswept. And white. But none of that could be seen. Not in this. Not in the absence of all earthly light. Assumpta padded over ice. Thin, thin ice ... holding her breath at each slight cracking sound. The sky...
Where the Marrow Should Be
"they're squirrels." "yeah," was his response. a pause. "you're not a squirrel," he noted. and that toothy grin of hers. "aren't i?" she did a slow full-circle. "mm ... guess not." she smiled. he bit his lip.
Leaving the Den
A lot of the squirrels are getting involved. i thought i might join." "gymnastics?" "mm-hmm ... in the trees. i ... thought we could practice together. deeper in the forest, where the trees are closer together.